Sun 13 Apr 14 - Sat 19 Apr 14 80 °F
Wheels are touching down, am peeking out of the window, and I am grinning: Just landed in a new country. There is just some excitement about that - Never gets old! Being EU, it is not possible to collect stamps in one’s passport but I don’t really need stamps to be reminded of where I have been. Talking of where I have been - I stumbled upon my first pay check amongst a collection of old papers. The actual pay stub. And had a sentimental moment of thinking how grateful I am for how far I have traveled.
Barcelona. My first time in Spain. I think about some of my friends who traveled in their 20s, right out of college. I did not do that - for all sorts of reasons I did not get to do that. And now, I feel like I am making up for it with a vengeance. But then interestingly, I also stumbled upon this odd emotion that I am weary of traveling alone…it is much more meaningful and plain simple fun to do it with someone else. To have someone by your side complaining of the same things, enjoying a cold beer, and laughing at people in Immigration lines. Oh well.
So, back to Barcelona. Nuts. Crazy, Mr Gaudi is. Famous, dead architect surely left his stamp on the city. My eyes hurt from the crazy, and by the end of the day I was completely and definitely visually over stimulated.
Link to photos of some of the buildings I saw...
On the flip side, there’s Geneva - decidedly boring. This is a long Easter weekend and instead of doing what I usually do, which is to hole up at home and read and laze around, I got myself out and took the train to Geneva. The best part of the trip was the train ride - not that isn’t saying very much for a city. Got on the train, settled in for the 3 hour ride: fiddled with a fancy camera (am trying out a new hobby), watched a TV show, did some needlework, had some tea. Got to Geneva and the famous fountain was not spouting while I was walking around.
My brother talks often of wanting to work for the UN, so took a short bus ride to check it out. Most definitely underwhelmed by it - The plaza of the Nations is a small plaza, with small buildings around it, no guards, no ostentatious super sized anything. I was expecting grandeur and what not, and all I got was the whatnot.
Most people stop at Lausanne on the way back from Geneva to Zurich. By the end of the day, I really didn’t feel like it…because Geneva and its famous Lac Leman did nothing for me. And I think it is because it looks so much like Zurich. It was not anything different. My dad grew up in a small town, Mercara, in a small district of Southern India, and when I would take him places in the US, he would comment in the most disenchanted fashion that “It looks just like Mercara.” And I think there was also a hint of pride that nothing compares to his beloved Mercara!